Bovinari raced into the plains, panting slightly from running so quickly, but his heart was pounding with excitement. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he trotted over to a rock. Jumping on top, he searched for any prey, scanning the area. A little whiles away he saw a herd of deer. With a smile blooming even bigger on his face, he looked to see if Metal had caught up.

Metal wasn't to far behind. He marched into the plains with quiet strides. His receptors perked on his skull as he listened to his surroundings. His chestnut orbs scanning the grass filled scenery. His nostrils taking in the many different scents that covered the area. Catching up to Bovinari, Metal could smell the fresh scent tracks of a herd. The dark brute gave a nod to the other male, as if to say 'Ready when you are".

From the Den: The she-wolf watched intently and decided Fortis was right. She rose to her paws and rose her muzzle to the sky allowing a long sweet howl to erupt from her throat and out into the world addressing the males to come back to the den. Seren let it carry on for a long moment before snapping her jaws shut. She listened for a return howl.

Bovinari was about to start stalking the herd when his large ears suddenly perked up. He heard the long howl of his alpha, and looked at Metal, almost angry. He was just about to hunt! He howled in return (There is no howl for coming/soon so), signally that'd they'd be coming soon. With a flick of his ear he started to stalk the alerted deer, watching them carefully. He didn't want to come back empty pawed. What if the other hunting party did? And him? Then they'd have no food! His ears perked up again as thunder rumbled, but he ignored it. Surely they'd get back before the storm.

The ebony male's head turned as he heard the call from their leader. Slightly gutted, Metal listened until the howl was completely over. Although he knew he was bad at hunting, the brute still wanted to prove his worth. Not just for the pack but for himself. Turning back to the multicoloured male ahead of him, It seemed Bovinari also didn't want to go back. Glad that they had something to agree on, Metal padded forward. As long as they were quick, they may just beat the storm. Scanning the herd with his chestnut orbs, Metal found one doe in particular was limping slightly. The brute waited for Bov's lead.

Bovinari's slightly mismatched golden orbs ran over the herd, in search of a weaker animal or an old one. After a moment he settled on the same dear as Metal, the doe with a limp. He flicked an ear to bring attention to it, not knowing Metal had already seen the doe. "Break them up when we get close. I'll run her down." He leaned over and whispered, masking his voice to sound like wind a bit. The smaller male continued to stalk forward, waiting for the other male to break up the herd. The wind started to blow a bit more roughly, and it sent a chill through the oddly colored male's pelt.

Metal turned his gaze to Bov for a moment, then padded forward. He crouched and stalked through the grass, his raven fur not giving him much blending. Knowing he couldn't get any closer without getting seen, Metal could only hope that Bovinari was in the right place. The brute turned his attention to the only buck. If the buck ran, the rest would follow. Metal went into a sprint, his metal chain jingling against his paw. Running between the doe with the lame leg and the buck, The dark brute chased the buck in to the opposite direction. The rest of the herd followed the male deer, not far behind. The metal chain rattled like an alarm, spooking the herd even more.

Bovinari watched, and a few seconds after Metal started rushing forward, the extremely fast male flew forward at nearly his top speeds. His paws were almost a blur as he ran, his golden orbs staying steadily on the lame deer. She wasn't able to follow after the male that well due to her leg, and started to fall behind. Bovinari took this as his chance. The second she was moved to the outskirts of the herd by the much faster deer, he added that last bit of speed so he was at top speeds. Dirt flew out from underneath his claws as he quickly came closer to the doe. He was coming in on her left, and as he came ever so close, he struck out a paw at her lame leg. She instantly tripped, and with his claws digging deep into the ground, he turned so he could pounce on her before she could keep running. His jaws snapped around her leg, and she flailed to try and escape. Bovi hung on as he waited for a bit of help from Metal, letting out a little yip through the animal's leg fur as to alert Metal.

The dark male continued to chase the herd until he heard the little yip from behind. Skidding to a stop, Metal turned and ran back the way he came. His paws hitting the floor as the thunder rumbled. It didn't take long till he found his packmate that currently had the creature secured. Metal padded round quickly, avoiding the kicking legs. He then went straight for the throat, his sharp canines digging into the creature's flesh. He held on and waited for the creature to become motionless.

Bovinari, the second Metal clamped on to it's throat, got a better hold on its leg and waited for the creature to slowly stop moving. It took a minute, but eventually the doe went limp, and Bovinari finally let go of the creature. His tongue hung out while he started to pant, his tail wagging. Another roll of thunder, and Bovi started to get worried. "We should hurry Metal." He told the other male with a smile, grabbing the animal's hind legs in his jaws.

Metal released his grasp as the creature became lifeless. The obsidian canine was glad it was all over, and surprisingly successful. Hearing the thunder, the tall brute wanted nothing more than to be in the safe walls of the den. "Agreed." Metal responded, grabbing one of the doe's legs also. He helped pull the creature to the den's location.

Bovinari nodded and started to carry the doe as best he could towards the den, snorting as a few rain drops started falling. He whimpered to himself in worry, concerned that they'd be caught out in the storm. He started moving as fast as he could, even if it used up a lot of his energy.

Metal pulled the creature with all his muscle strength. The raven male had bad agility for hunting, but his stamina was higher because of it. The brute's strength was handy in times like these. The black brute continued to pull "Nearly there." Metal encouraged. Panting, the male could feel his strength fading. One doe was heavy even for 2 strong males. Just a bit more.

Bovinari continued to pull on the doe even as the rain started to fall even heavier. A lot heavier. There was a lighting strike, and Bovi jumped a little bit. He could finally see the den after awhile of pulling, and yipped. With renewed energy he pulled as hard as he could, growling with effort.